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CHAPTER THREE
You Look Fabulous-Damn
~Jessette~
(Song: Transform Ya-Chris Brown feat. Lil' Wayne & Swizz Beat)
Jesse kept a straight face; surely this was a huge mistake. Maybe if she closed her eyes and opened them again she'll see the old Kara in overalls, bland face, freckles and all.
But when she opened them, she only saw the new and improved Kara it almost hurt.
"It's really great to see you again Jess," Kara squealed, pulling Jessette in for a hug.
Jesse was confused as she held Kara by her skinny waist. What happened to her loser-blood cousin? Where were the mismatched outfits? The birds nest hair? The flat chest! This Victoria Secret model-material girl in front of her couldn't be Kara. As she pulled away, she cursed under her breath as she flipped her hair.
Kara better stay out of her way… or else. "Yeah…great. What's up," Jessette replied with nonchalance even though her stomach was churning.
"Oh, isn't it such this day just lovely? Jessette, why don't you take Kara up to your room where you girls can relax, then you must come and enjoy the lovely dinner Carmela has made. Then we'll take you to your penthouse." Lena said pleasantly.
Kara followed Jessette's lead up the stairs and down the hall. "Here we are," Jess announced in a monotone.
She stepped in and closed the door behind them. "So this is my-," Jessette began.
"Shut up," Kara replied rudely. Jessette raised her eyebrows in surprise. What the hell was going on?
"Excuse me?" That was just a hallucination right? I know Kara West didn't just tell me to-
"You heard me cuz! I was so sick of you making fun of me every family reunion that I did something about it. Turns out money and power can be made use of."
Jessette couldn't resist thinking Duh. She'd known that since she was three years old and wanted to play Cinderella in her preschool play.
"I began going for facials once every two weeks, manicures and pedicures became a necessity, and I hired a stylist to help me with my wardrobe malfunctions. My chest grew out, and I discovered makeup," Kara continued, her voice wavering slightly.
Jessette stared at her silently and Kara stared back with defiance in her eyes. "Well," Kara asked her. "You can't torment me anymore, about anything. You think you're all that, well news flash. YOU'RE NOT. What do you have to say to that?"
Jessette waited a beat then shrugged. "You look like a porn star, that's what I have to say."
Kara stared at her in disbelief then laughed. "Even when I'm pretty you have something to say. We're at the same level now, Jessette, and nothing you can say can bother me," replied intensely.
Mayday, mayday! Houston, we have a problem. "Whatever," was all Jessette could say, and rolled her eyes.
"Girls," her mom's voice came from the intercom. "Is everything alright?"
"Yeah," they both chorused, shooting daggers at each other.
"Then come on downstairs for lunchtime."
Jessette crossed the room and strutted oh- so perfectly towards the dining table, her iPhone was secured in her jacket pocket looking forward to text her friends.
Carmela, the cook had made dinner and even though Jessette was angry she wasn't with her friends, her mouth still watered with the smell of filet minion. She took a few bites of her lunch then took her phone out to text Skye.
MODELQUEEN: hey u there Skye?
SKYEHIGH: yeah I'm here
MODELQUEEN: Where r u?
SKYEHIGH: I'm Froth w/ S and B. They say Hey!
MODELQUEEN: Hey girlies. Ew, is that stalkerish dyke w/ u?
SKYEHIGH: That dyke faced copying fat ass. And if I so much as see her within a fifty-meter radius from where I'm sitting, I'm going to murder her in her sleep in three seconds flat. Hahaha Jk!
MODELQUEEN: Lol neway, I'm at the luncheon, but I'll ask if I can meet up with you guys.
SKYEHIGH: K crossing my fingers for you :)
"Hey Mom? Do you think I could go to the mall and meet up with Skye, Brett and Lashaye at Froth? We have a few more things to finalize for the…party." Jessette glanced over at Kara and felt hesitant about mentioning the gathering in front of the bipolar bitch.
"Sure. Maybe you'd like to take Kara along to meet your friends? They've never met her before."
"Uh…" she stalled. "Well the plans are kind of top-secret…" Jessette trailed off.
Her mom rolled her eyes. "How secret could a party be?"
"It just is." Why was her mother trying to push Kara and her closer? They didn't like each other. The girl just bitched out on her an hour ago!
"That's all right, Aunt Lena. I'm a little jet-lagged, I think I'm going to go to the hotel and rest."
"If you're sure darling. Jessette and her friends are throwing a little soirée today at some club downtown. If you're up to it, I'm sure they'd let you go." NO! Mom, stop!
"I might be later. I doubt it highly though," Kara appeased. Whew. But Kara shot her a look that didn't make her feel too comfortable.
"Well the offer's on the table, just in case. Rodney can give you girls a ride," her mother replied. No it isn't. I picked it up.
Silently fuming, Jessette informed Skye she'd be there in a half hour. This was unbelievable. Was her mother attempting to put her social status in the red zone?
SKYEHIGH: Yay! I'll tell Shaye and Brett.
She quickly went up the stairs to grab her party dress, shoes, accessories, and makeup and tossed them in a Jimmy Choo tote, not really in the mood to tolerate the presence of Kara, and dash out to the car.
She flung the door open and there was Kara, looking calm and cool, sipping on an Evian bottle. "Move," Jessette ordered.
"You can't boss me around. Say please." Kara grinned and placed her water bottle in a cup older.
Jessette sighed. This was her car, no way was she saying please. Jessette and Kara stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. She'd be late. Finally, Kara huffed and moved over.
"That's what I thought," Jessette responded smugly. She slid one red flat in and the other and slammed to door behind her, refusing to look at Kara.
They drove in silence until they were three blocks from the hotel then, "Why do you hate me so much," Kara asked suddenly. Jessette gasped and pressed a button to slide the partition up so Rodney couldn't hear their conversation.
"What?"
"Why do you hate me? Ever since we were kids, you've hated me, or teased me about something."
"That's because there's always something to tease about," Jessette tossed off, checking her reflection in the mirror.
"But even now while I'm picture-perfect, you still ridicule me."
Jessette still refused to even throw a glance to the pathetic loser next to her. She wasn't worth it. Jessette remained silent until they arrived at the Mondrian hotel.
Kara got out the car, but before walking away, she asked. "Do you hate me, or something? Did I offend you in some way?"
She snorted and glared at Kara. "No. You aren't worth hating. Dislike is a better word." With that she slammed the door. Before Rodney pulled away, she stared out the tinted window at a shocked Kara.
-Pretties-
~Kara~
God, what is her problem? I try to be mean like her, she hates me. That's understandable, but I try to be nice, and she hates me. There's no way to please this chick!
"Kara West. I'm staying in penthouse suite 730," she told the front clerk.
The woman, whose nametag read, Rhonda, snobbily gave her an up and down then said, "Are you sure? You're a kid."
"If you'd like me to give Aunt Lena a call I'd be happy to," Kara replied, pulling her phone out her pocket.
"I doubt your aunt could help out in this situation."
Kara raised an eyebrow. Rhonda asked for it. She dialed the sacred number. "Yeah. Hi Aunt Lena. There's a little problem at the hotel, I was hoping you could fix it?" Kara paused. "She wants to talk to you," she said with a sweet smile.
Rhonda scowled at her. "Yes, hello. I was just telling your niece I didn't think she was staying in the penthouse suite." After a few seconds Rhonda's eyes widened. "Oh! I'm sorry Mrs. Messerschmidt. I didn't check the records." Pause. "I assure you I didn't know it was you! Yes. Yes ma'am. No ma'am. Absolutely. Goodbye Mrs. Messerschmidt." Rhonda handed Kara her phone and said, "Here's your pass key darling. All the items in the fridge are on the house. I am truly sorry for the misunderstanding."
Kara smirked. "I'm sure you are. My stay better be satisfying or else."
"Understood. How long will you be staying?" Poor Rhonda. She hoped Kara was a one-weeker. Hardly.
"I'll be here for at least a year. Or more," she added.
"I see."
"Yes. You do see. Goodbye Rhonda." Kara turned and headed towards the elevator. She pressed the button of her floor and just before stepping in the transparent glass space she called, "Where are my bags?"
"They've been sent to your room already."
Kara slid in the elevator and shot to the top floor.
-Pretties-
~Jessette~
Jessette quickly entered Froth and spotted Skye and Brett talking to a few girls from their school buzzing around their table and headed towards them.
"Hey pretties," she greeted her friends.
"Hey pretty," her friend said back, hugging her.
"We thought you couldn't come until five because of that luncheon you were having," Brett said, her gray eyes confused.
"Uh…yeah! Well the sushi went bad so everybody left early, giving me a chance to come," she lied. She felt bad, but lying was created for a reason; to shield the truth.
Brett shrugged. "O.K," and took a sip of her mocha cappuccino while Jessette silently exhaled.
"That's…convenient," Skye said, her icy blue eyes reaching deep into Jessette's soul.
"Yeah, well. You know? Small mocha cappuccino, extra whipped cream," she ordered to a passing waitress.
"So are you girls done shopping yet," she questioned, spying all the shopping bags around the table. Seeing they were not being spoken to any longer, the other girls left the table with confused faces.
"Hardly," Lashaye exclaimed, returning to the table from the bathroom. "We're just getting started."
"Where'd you hit so far?"
"Bebe for some new gym shoes, Juicy Couture for new sweat suits, Nike for gym clothes and shoes," Skye prattled off.
"Whew, nothing major. I didn't miss much." Jessette smiled brightly. "Visa was beginning to feel neglected."
"Well then why don't we get a move on? It's 1:30 and the party's at six. That only gives us about four hours," Brett reminded them. Jessette took a sip of her cappuccino and flipped her hair.
"True. Where to," Skye asked, looking around at them.
"Betsey Johnson," Jessette yelled the same time Brett said Ralph Lauren and Lashaye shouted Armani Exchange.
Skye tossed her orange slushie in the garbage and grinned at them then announced, "Let's hit 'em all."